Come to Cupid (One Handed Holidays)

by G. Eilsel

Humans, for the most part, are really fucking horrible at attracting a mate.

“There’s a polite girl,” I mumble, “and polite girls get what they ask for. Open your mouth.”

“Since you’re doing such an amazing job, I’m going to reward you.”

“You were given an order,” I growl, the sound vibrating against our almost-touching lips.